I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Generally speaking, the quality of red wine fermented and stored in oak barrels is not bad, and there are also many things to pay attention to when drinking this type of red wine. Shenji, who had never studied this aspect systematically, didn't know what kind of method he was paying attention to, but he knew that it was definitely not Rider who used his fists to pry open the barrel and use a bamboo wine spoon to serve the wine.

While flourishing, he also showed off to others.

"Although the shape is a bit strange, this is a traditional drinking vessel from this country."

Scathach looked at Rider's cheerful and somewhat funny expression, sighed softly, and corrected Rider's mistake.

"That is indeed a traditional Eastern wine vessel, called a wine scoop, or a wine scoop, but it is not used to hold red wine, let alone a wine glass."

"Is that so? Hahahaha." Rider giggled and touched the back of his head, "No wonder the shop owner looked at me so strangely. It turns out I was wrong. Hey, Master of Saber, there are drinking cups in the castle. ?Bring out a few."

Irisviel asked Saber with her eyes. After receiving a positive reply from the latter, Irisviel turned around and trotted away.

"So during this time - Saber, Archer, Assassin, I don't know if you have heard of such a legend. Legend has it that the Holy Grail will only be delivered to the person who is worthy of it, and the consciousness that determines whether it is worthy of it is the battle in Fuyuki war."

Rider said calmly, igniting the flames of war. Although it was rare to see him speaking in such a serious tone, for some reason, he didn't feel out of place at all.

"But if you just confirm the candidate, you don't need to shed blood. If you have a 'character' that the heroic spirits can agree with, then the answer will naturally appear."

"You mean tonight's banquet is about competing against each other, right?"

Saber, who put on the black suit, raised her heroic eyebrows.

"That's it, a real contest in the name of 'King'. In other words, this is not the 'Holy Grail War' but the 'Holy Grail Question'. Whose measure is more worthy of the 'King of the Holy Grail'? Use wine It’s clearest to ask.”

At this time, Irisviel ran back with several goblets, Saber took the wine glasses, and Rider poured wine into the glasses with a wine spoon.

"Come, have a drink first."

Rider said and drank the wine in the glass first. Rider's bold drinking style, which is incompatible with goblets and red wine, is not at all dissonant. This is the hero's size and charisma.

Although the other three servants were smaller in stature compared to Rider, they were no less impressive in drinking. This is a battle in the name of "banquet". Everyone attending the banquet is a king, and no one will weaken his momentum.

After finishing the glass of wine, Rider, Assassin, and Saber all had expressions unchanged, but Archer showed a look of disgust.

"What kind of cheap wine is this? Do you think you can really measure the strength of a hero with this kind of thing?"

"Really? This is one of the best products in the local market."

Rider said this because he didn't know that in modern times, real good wines are not placed in the market. Although Fuyuki City is home to many foreigners, it is only a small city and there is no place to sell high-end famous wines.

"You think that because you don't know what real wine is, you bastard."

Archer scoffed, and the space around him began to spin and twist. Waver and Irisviel had seen this scene and knew that this was a precursor to the strange phenomenon that produced countless Noble Phantasms. They immediately felt chills all over their bodies and stood up.

But tonight, what Archer summoned from his side was not a weapon, but a set of wine vessels decorated with gorgeous gems. The heavy gold wine bottle contains a transparent, colorless liquid.

"See clearly, this is the real 'wine of kings'."

"Oh oh, this is so good."

Rider didn't take Archer's unpleasant way of speaking seriously at all, and happily poured the newly acquired wine into the four gold wine glasses that matched the gold bottles.

Scathach naturally picked up the two wine glasses in front of him and handed one to Saber, who was also a Celtic.

Saber seemed to be more wary of Archer than the other two. Although she was a little hesitant about the wine in the golden bottle, she still did not refuse and took the wine glass Scathach gave her.

"Wow, it tastes so good!"

Rider, who drank the wine first, cheered loudly with his eyes wide open.

In this way, Saber's curiosity outweighed her vigilance. Besides, the character of everyone is being compared here and there. How can one keep the wine poured by others?

The moment the drink entered her throat, Saber felt a strong feeling of swelling in her head. It is truly a top-notch wine that I have never tasted before. It is both strong and refreshing, both aromatic and enjoyable. The overly intense taste pleasure overwhelms the sense of smell, and even vision or touch become dull.

"This is really great! This wine must not have been brewed by humans. Is it something from the mythical age?"

Hearing Rider's praise, Archer smiled leisurely.

"Assassin, can you tell where this wine comes from?"

The question sounds casual, but it has a profound meaning. This is also a kind of confrontation, a confrontation of knowledge. Archer wants to test the legendary "wisdom of the devil" that transcends humans and can be obtained by putting himself outside the world.

Seeing this, Scathach put down his wine glass and responded while sitting, "Rider is right, it is indeed something from the mythical age, and it is a wine brewed by the God of Dionysus that only gods are qualified to drink."

"Bacchus? Dionysus?" Rider lived in ancient Greece, and when he mentioned the god of wine, the first thing that came to his mind was Dionysus, the god of wine in Greek mythology.

"No." Scathach shook his head, "It is a god older than Dionysus, the origin of all Dionysus, Bacchus and other gods of wine. In the earliest times, gods had no names. , nor are they divided into gods according to human myths and legends as they are now. They are natural extensions and the product of concepts - the god of fire is the god of fire, the god of war is the god of war, the god of thunder is the god of thunder, and the god of wine is the god of wine. With the development of human beings, single concepts have been differentiated and refined, and there have been various pantheons and various gods with the same priesthood. Archer's wine should be the original wine born from the original god of wine. ,Am i right?"

Upon hearing this answer, Archer looked at Scathach with approval.

"Correct, your erudition is worthy of my praise, Assassin. Whether it is fine wine or swords, there are only supreme treasures in my treasury - this is the taste of a king."

"You're kidding, Archer."

The person who made the stern rebuke was Saber, and the calm was gradually broken by the tense atmosphere.

"You actually use the quality of wine to comment on the way of a king, which makes people feel ridiculous. You don't look like a king, but like a clown..."

Facing Saber's anger, Archer just snorted.

"It's really ugly. Only a boring person who doesn't know how to enjoy good wine has no right to be king."

"Don't argue, don't argue. The accusations from both sides are boring."

Rider smiled bitterly to stop Saber who was about to retort, and then continued to Archer.

"Archer, your divine wine is indeed worthy of these precious wine glasses-unfortunately, the Holy Grail is not a wine glass. This is a Holy Grail question and answer to test who is most qualified to master the Holy Grail. First, let's hear what wishes you place on it. Above the Holy Grail, otherwise we can't talk about it at all. Archer, as a king, you should find a way to convince us that you are qualified to get the Holy Grail."

"Bastard, don't push yourself too far. Besides, this has already deviated from the premise of 'fighting' for the Holy Grail."

"Um?"

Seeing Rider frowning with a surprised expression, Archer sighed helplessly.

"Really speaking, those items originally belonged to me. All the treasures in the world come from my king's treasure house. Although time has passed and some things will always be lost, those treasures still belong to me. My king’s.”

"So, have you ever held the Holy Grail? Of course you know what the Holy Grail is?"

"have no idea."

Archer flatly denied Rider's questioning.

"Don't judge by bastard standards. The total amount of treasures I own has long exceeded the scope of my knowledge. But as long as that item is a 'treasure', it means that it must be the wealth that belongs to me. I actually want to If you want to take away my king's things without authorization, even if you are a thief, you should stop doing so."

This time it was Saber's turn to be surprised by Archer's remarks.

"What you said is no different from Caster's nonsense. It seems that he is not the only insane servant."

"No, that's not good."

Unlike Saber, Rider muttered as if in agreement. At some point he picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into the glass without hesitation.

"I seem to have guessed what Jin Shining's real name is. There should be only one king who is more arrogant than me, Iskandar."

Rider's astonishing statement made both Irisviel and Waver prick up their ears, but he did not continue and changed the topic.

"So Archer, as long as we get your permission, we can get the Holy Grail?"

Rider asked knowingly with a smile. Archer gave him a sharp look.

"That's right, but I have no reason to reward treasures to bastards like you."

"You guys must be a miser, right?"

"Foolish, I only give rewards to my king's ministers and people."

Archer gave Rider a sarcastic smile.

"So Rider, if you are willing to surrender to me, I can reward you with one or two cups at any time."

"...This is absolutely impossible."

Rider scratched his chin, as if he still found it difficult to accept, with a confused expression on his face.

"But Archer, you don't seem to care about the Holy Grail very much, nor are you participating in the Holy Grail War to compete for the Holy Grail."

"Of course. But I cannot let go of the thieves who have access to my treasure. This is a matter of principle."

"Archer, you mean-"

Midway through his words, Rider drank the wine in his glass and continued.

"Is there some meaning or truth to this?"

"It's the law."

Archer answered immediately.

"The law that I, the King, promulgate as a king."

"Um."

Rider seemed to accept his statement and took a deep breath.

"What a perfect king, able to implement the principles he has set. However, I still want the Holy Grail. My approach is to grab it since I want it, because I, Iskandar, am the conquering king. "

"It doesn't matter. If you break the law, I will punish you. There is no room for argument."

"Well, in this case we can only see you on the battlefield."

Archer's attitude was clear, while Rider's expression showed a cheerful expression that cleared away any doubts. The two nodded to the same opinion.

"--But Archer, please finish the bottle of wine first and save the fight for later."

"Of course, are you still planning to spoil the wine served by me?"

"How is it possible? How can such top quality wine be left alone without drinking?"

Saber has been silently watching in astonishment as Archer and Rider gradually established a communication relationship that was unclear whether it was hostility or friendship. At this time, she finally asked Rider.

"King of Conqueror, since you have admitted that the true ownership of the Holy Grail belongs to others, do you still want to use force to seize it?"

"--Huh? Yes, do you still need to ask? The king's royal way is to 'conquer'... that is, to 'seize' and 'invade'."

Saber suppressed the burning anger in her heart and continued to ask.

"What wish do you have for the Holy Grail that makes you do this?"

Rider seemed a little embarrassed, chuckled twice, took a sip of wine, and then answered.

"It's about getting a body."

This is an answer that no one expected. As for Weber, he was so surprised that he couldn't help but scream and rushed to Rider to question him.

"You, you, you, you! Your wish is not to conquer the world - Wow!!"

Rider shrugged and said using his usual forehead flick to silence the Master.

"Idiot. Why do I want to conquer the world with a cup? Conquest is my dream that I place on myself. The wish for the Holy Grail is just the first step to realize my dream."

"The bastard... actually challenges me for such a boring thing."

Even Archer looked surprised, but Rider's expression was still very serious.

"Even if we can use magic to appear in the world, we are still servants after all and do not belong to this world. Do you feel satisfied with this?"

"I am not satisfied. I want to be reincarnated in this world and become a real life."

"..."

Listening to Rider's words, Weber remembered Rider's strange habit of always resisting becoming a spirit body and preferring to maintain his physical form.

Indeed, even though Rider can talk, dress, and eat like humans, he is essentially no different from a ghost.

"Why do you want a body so much?"

“Because that’s the basis of ‘conquest’.”

Holding his huge palm tightly, Iskandar looked at his fist and whispered.

"Standing your body straight, facing the sky and the earth, this is what conquers this 'behavior'... Taking this as a starting point, moving forward, and achieving the goal is the tyranny of this king. But now I, Lian Yi, It’s impossible to not even have a secondary body. This way I can’t even start. I have nothing to fear, I just feel that I need a physical body.”

Archer silently raised the wine glass in his hand to his mouth, wondering if he was listening to Rider's words.

But if you look closely, the look on the corner of his mouth is different from any expression this golden heroic spirit has had so far. If you really want to describe it, it is an expression close to a smile, but Archer has only shown a mocking expression from before to now. This expression is so gloomy that it makes people feel scared.

"It's decided - Rider, I will kill you with my own hands."

"You are still saying this now? You should be prepared as soon as possible. Not only is the Holy Grail, but I also plan to loot your treasure house. You are really too careless to let the King of Conqueror taste such a fine wine."

Rider laughed and turned to Scathach, who had been silent since just now.

"It's your turn, Assassin."